Mori Chef's self-cultivation

After the black suit left the common room, the room once returned to a quiet state as if no one was there.

Except for Nakahara Chuya, who has fallen into a coma, the other two are standard felines, and they are too used to the quiet and silent mode of action.

Even if they didn't walk on tiptoe on purpose, it was as if they had fleshy pads under their feet, and they didn't make any noise at all even when they stepped on the wooden floor that was prone to "creaking".

But in this way, the surging undercurrent became ferocious instead, constantly engulfing the air, robbing the room for normal breathing, and becoming more and more suffocating.

Kurihara turned a blind eye to this, and was still sitting next to the sofa where the orange-haired boy was lying, reaching out to help him smooth out a few tufts of messy hair, with a standard indifference, as if there was no third person in the lounge Same.

Even if he was the culprit who set up this trap.

In the end, Osamu Dazai was the first to break the silence, and lazily mocked: "Oh, it's just the two of us now, don't put on any more pretense, don't you feel tired?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and grasped the other's slender wrist.

In the end, for some reason, the soft and boneless palm seemed to shrink rapidly, slipping away from his circle of five fingers, without even leaving a tactile sensation, and returned to its owner safe and sound.

What was even more exasperating was that the other party covered the lower half of his face with his hands, made a weak and helpless gesture of surprise, and asked back aggrieved: "Mr. Dazai, what are you talking about? I, I can't understand at all..."

"Since you want to catch me, why don't you just play a role-playing game?" Maybe it's because of the same-sex repulsion. Usually, when he is caught deliberately by the enemy, he will inevitably have to show his desire to perform, and to beat himself up. All kinds of characters are set up, but now they feel that they are an eyesore, and they can't help but want to tear off the other party's mask to see the real appearance below.

So he simply took two steps closer, forcing the other party to shrink back, until he stuffed his body into the corner of the end of the sofa, and there was nowhere to hide.

"Don't deny it, or you will live up to my expectations."

He supported the back of the sofa with one hand, causing his upper body to fall forward, becoming condescending, "Send someone to check on me, and I stayed in the cadre's house, and deliberately seduced the 'little lady' you called...not right Is it for today?"

"I do not have……"

"Admit it, you are here for me."

The black-haired boy was like an indifferent monarch. He not only settled all the charges, but also stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's jaw and lifted it up, forcing those bright blue eyes to meet his gaze, so that there was nowhere to hide his thoughts.

But he was quickly disappointed.

Because the other party was still timid, and didn't intend to have a showdown with him at all, like a delicate flower that was accidentally caught in a storm circle, it would be broken off from the branch with a little force.

"Don't you have any self-esteem? Ah, it's so boring, it seems that you are not serious, you are absolutely unwilling to tell the truth~"

He spoke non-motivating lines, but there was thick malice in his eyes, like a young child who found a new toy, knowing that the other party has life and pain, but still ruthlessly destroys it□ □, enjoying the joy of being a manipulator.

When a naive child who doesn't know how to measure possesses excessive abilities, it is undoubtedly more terrifying than an adult with evil intentions.

Naive and cruel.

——Ahhh, they really are the same kind of people, what a disgusting feeling.

The joys and sorrows of human beings may not be interlinked, but the auras of heart players definitely interfere with each other.

At least from Kurihara's own bad experience, amidst the bad breath coming to his face, even with his superb acting skills, he can't help being affected by itching in the bottom of his heart, eager to fight back the other party's provocation.

If you sink together, it seems to be pretty good?

But... no, he just came here in order to find the trace of the "book", eliminate hidden dangers, and return to Mr. Mori's side. How could he give up halfway?

What a pity.

So he still opened a pair of eyes full of panic and doubt, and kept repeating the lines that the other party least wanted to hear: "I, I really don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Dazai, did you make a mistake somewhere? It's..."

"It's a pity that I specially arranged it for you... Forget it."

As if he had changed his mind temporarily, Osamu Dazai stood up suddenly, not minding that he exposed his back to the enemy, walked towards the concealed door very leisurely, then held the position of the metal handle, and lightly announced: "I Let me give you another gift~ Your current appearance really makes me unable to get motivated."

Before he finished speaking, he opened the door, causing a petite figure who was eavesdropping outside to fall in unsuspectingly.

But I don't know if it's because of a fit of pity and pity, and before she falls to the ground, the young man who caused the trouble grabbed her by the back collar in time, keeping her at an embarrassing height of only a dozen centimeters away from her disfigured face. Swallowed all kinds of preemptive accusatory arguments.

——Hey, I'm so angry, this guy walks silently, could it be Ah Piao!

"Little Miss?"

Witnessing the almost mischievous behavior, the pink-haired "girl" tilted her head, showing just the right surprise and a little sense of asking for help, as if she finally saw a kind person who could defend herself, and couldn't help getting up and helping her.

However, before Alice's subconsciously lifted fingers fell into his palm, her body inexplicably leaned back, missing the opportunity to meet him briefly.

The blond loli, who was forced to straighten her body, felt the devil's breath behind her slightly stiffly.

It has nothing to do with emotion, she is instinctively afraid of the "disqualification in the world" possessed by Osamu Dazai, which can eliminate all supernatural abilities without distinction.

That was simply her natural nemesis.

Of course, Kurihara could see the flash of fear in her eyes, and immediately frowned uncontrollably, squeezing out two small concave shapes.

"It seems that you really like Miss Alice~"

Only by pulling the clothes of the supernatural body as a restraint, the black-haired boy maintained a delicate balance, and at the same time slid his fingertips across her cheeks with a little air, and analyzed loosely: "I don't like it." Shall I touch her? Well, actually, I can do it a little more~ By the way, do you like watching shows like The Great Transformation?"

"Alice...Miss?"

Due to his frivolous attitude at the beginning, Kurihara never asked the name of the little loli, and always referred to it as the little lady. At this moment, he suddenly heard that the scumbag who looked like countless prostitutes suddenly discovered that the new girlfriend was actually from N1. My ex-girlfriend was just as surprised.

Is it... a coincidence?It must be a coincidence.

If it weren't for the preconceived and stubborn notion that "Mr. Dean likes the image of Yu Jie, so he made the supernatural body into an adult model", with his ability to associate, he should have doubted the other party's true identity early on.

But right now, he still doesn't want to believe the truth.

Coincidentally, in order to have a mental impact on him, the mobile nightmare maker, which is good at targeting the weak points of others' minds, accidentally uncovered his last luck even though he didn't know the truth.

Osamu Dazai looked at the swaying emotions in his eyes, and smiled contentedly, like popping a colorful soap bubble, pierced the air with no resistance with his fingertips, and touched Alice's skin which was as soft as a real person.

"Pa—" He still didn't forget to play a popping sound from the tip of his tongue to cooperate.

The little blond girl in a short Lolita-style skirt just evaporated out of thin air.

For those who don't know the truth, there is probably no sense of disobedience in labeling this scene as magic or a miracle.What's more, the caster is so handsome and changeable, completely worthy of the image of a mage in human fantasy.

But in terms of Kurihara Tsuru's personal perception, the guy in front of him is a complete villain, and his dark temperament has almost broken through the sky.

"..."

He stepped forward silently, his arms hanging down on both sides naturally lifted the hem of the skirt, rolling it up layer by layer.

The wide skirt that originally covered the instep moved upwards, gradually revealing the covered snow-white calves and knees, and then slid towards the thighs, revealing circles of light-reflecting, silk-like substances.

If you don't observe carefully, you might mistakenly think that he is going to take off his skirt to show off his seductive skills.

The black-haired boy stared at "her" without hesitation, even raised his eyebrows, with a frivolous look of interest, "Hey, are you serious? Then I too..."

The slender fingers hanging in mid-air made a "snap".

Immediately afterwards, the black suits who had been ambushing in the interlayer of the dark compartment early in the room pushed aside the cover and aimed their black guns at the target person together, leaving no room for "her" to dodge.

"—to be a little more serious with you? A date with Miss Prickly Rose, how can you not bring your own pruning tools, right?"

"The port mafia is really black, evil, and powerful..."

If Osamu Dazai hadn't eliminated the supernatural body named Alice in person, the pink-haired boy might have maintained a stable mask until the end, but at this moment, that gentle expression suddenly cracked a wound, which happened to follow the corner of his lips. Panning, extending an extremely gloomy arc.

Even so, that devilishly beautiful face is still quite pleasing to the eye, bewitching the hearts of the onlookers.

——Do you really want to attack her?If Mr. Dazai is thinking that he would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one person go, it would be a pity...

Their eyes can't help moving back and forth between the superior and the target person.

Osamu Dazai, of course, didn't bother to pay attention to his lackadaisical subordinates, and he was watching "her" with a kind of enthusiasm at the moment, urging each word in a loud voice: "Yeah, no, move, hand... ?”

"——————"

There seemed to be a crisp sound of the strings of reason cracking in my ears.

Accompanying it came an extremely familiar deep male voice that could shake his soul and all his thoughts.

"that's not allowed."

The barrier behind the black-haired boy was clasped by one hand, and slowly pushed away to the inside, facing Yu Kurihara, showing the upright figure of his master.

As if in order to completely accommodate the other party's reflection, his blue eyes stared round, and the edges turned red unconsciously, aggrieved, as if they would turn into a ball of fluff in the next second The ball went straight to the real breeder and ejected, there was no trace of murderousness at all.

"Dean, sir...?"